Argis the Bulwark
“Argis!” Sonin called out to her housecarl, who had just been run through with a blade.
He slumped down when he fell to his knees, doubled over holding his stomach. Sonin sent an ice shard at his attacker, knocking him over the hill. She raced toward him, casting up a ward to prevent any more damage to him. Lydia jumped to defend Sonin from the Forsworn chasing after her.
“You’re going to be okay,” Sonin said to Agris, “I’ll stop the bleeding and we’ll take care of the rest once the others are dealt with.” She put a glowing hand against his wound, the magic stopping the oozing blood.
“Wha- hey! That felt good!” He looked up at her.
“See? Magic is helpful,” She offered him a smile. He returned it before standing to his feet again.
“Need some help over here!” Lydia yelled to the two.
“Stay down Agris, I didn’t get to completely heal you. We can handle them,” Sonin commanded.
He grunted in disapproval, but the sharp pain in his gut told him she was making the right call. Sonin cast a ward up on Lydia with one hand and sent bursts of fire to the archers on the hill ahead of them. They had just about cleared everyone, except for the two Lydia was battling, when a briarheart charged directly for Sonin. He had his own ward up, so her spells would be useless to stop him from gaining on her. Argis felt his stomach tighten. To this point, the only fighting he had seen her do on the field was ranged spells. He felt like he knew she would lose to this man going blade to blade.
Sonin jumped back as the briarheart swung his sword at her with deadly speed. She conjured her bound blade to parry his assaults, but she couldn’t get on the offense. Lydia was desperate to aid her thane, but still had one more man to handle before she could join. Agris moved toward her slowly, the pain in his torso causing him to be calculated in his steps. He wouldn’t be much in the fight, but he could fall on a blade to save her.
Sonin lit up a fire blast to force the attacker back, but did some damage to herself in the process. Trying to remember what Vilkas had taught her, she widened her stance and swung her blade. It made contact, but was not enough to stop the larger man from striking back. His blade struck her side, sending pain rushing. If her armor hadn’t taken the blow, she would have nearly been cut in half. Said armor was useless now, hanging off of her by threads.
“You will die!” He shouted at her, swinging again.
Sonin dodged it, but couldn’t miss the next one that struck the same side of her. She gasped as he withdrew the blade, falling over from the pain. Argis forced himself to run now. Right before he reached her and as the briarheart raised his sword for the killing blow, Sonin unleashed her unrelenting shout. Agris couldn’t stop his jaw from going slack as the man flew into the air and struck a bolder with bone shattering force. Sonin turned her focus to her side, letting the restoration magic do its job. Lydia ran to the fallen forsworn and ran her blade through his heart for safe measures.
“Sonin!” She called to her as she raced back to the woman who was still on the ground.
“Fucking shit,” Sonin swore as she continued to focus on her side, “This hurts.”
“It’s supposed to,” Argis teased, relieved she was okay.
“Alright,” Sonin stood to her feet, “Let’s just camp here. I need to look at the damage on you Argis.”
“Aye,” he grunted following the two women to an empty tent.
“Let’s get that armor off,” Sonin said, making short work of the buckles that held it together. Argis let her work, helping her remove his tunic.
“I’ll keep watch for more,” Lydia announced, stepping out of the tent.
“Lay down for me,” Sonin instructed the Nord, “This is going to hurt a lot before it gets better.”
Agris grit his teeth as she placed both hands on his wound and forced her magic into him. He could feel his intestines being stitched back together. He saw the sweat drip off of her brow, recognizing how much she was putting into this. Never had someone put so much energy into helping him before.
“Almost done,” she told him, “You’re going to be okay.”
“Thank you,” he replied.
Finally the orange glow faded and Sonin leaned back and wiped her brow. She looked over to Agris and put the back of her hand to his forehead, checking for a fever, “You should stay resting for the rest of the day.”
“We have other places to be,” He protested, sitting up.
“I don’t care,” She put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re more important right now.”
Argis could feel himself grow warm at her words. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to her face. She didn’t stop him as he cupped her cheek. Sonin, who had been ragingly horny since leaving Whiterun, welcomed the attention. They stayed gazing into each other’s eyes for a few moments before Argis brought his face to hers. He took her lack of protest as permission and pressed his lips to hers.
Sonin was shocked, but not displeased. She kissed him back after she gathered what was happening. Her hands moved to his chest, rubbing down his heavily muscled body. She could feel herself pooling. His hands moved from her face down to her waist, pulling her up onto his lap. Sonin could feel that he was already erect under her.
“This isn’t the right time,” Sonin forced herself to break their kiss, “I’m serious about you needing to rest.”
“I don’t need to rest,” he argued, “I feel fine now.” He pulled her closer onto his bare chest, which was faintly lined with blonde hairs. Sonin shuddered with excitement.
“Don’t make me make it an order,” Sonin threatened, “I-I want this too, but this isn’t the place.”
He grunted, letting her go. Sonin’s face was red as she walked out the tent. Lydia looked her up and down, figuring it out. She gave her a smirk but said nothing. Feeling embarrassed now, Sonin walked down to the stream nearby to splash her face. She wasn’t expecting to be so easily aroused by Argis, but it made sense given that his body was strikingly similar to Farkas’ yet he could carry a conversation like Vilkas.
She stood up from the stream and made her way back to the camp. Lydia had set up a fire as dusk set in. Argis was sitting and warming himself at the flames. Sonin felt her core tighten looking at him, her body clearly ready for whatever he had to offer. She sat next to Lydia and tried to still herself. They were lucky that nothing eventful happened as they turned in to sleep.
…
“What do you mean you still didn’t find her?” Vilkas shouted at the courier who delivered the news to Kodlak. “You can’t miss her! This tall,” he gestured, “this shape,” he made an hourglass.
“I will try again after my run to Windhelm, sir,” he sounded scared of the man in war paint scowling at him. “I found her house, there just was no one who answered.”
“That’s okay, thank you for telling us,” Kodlak handed the small man some coin.
He rushed out to make his deliveries to the rest of Whiterun. Vilkas paced back and forth, the morbid images running through his mind again. He decided that if his letter didn’t reach her after a third try he was going to hunt her down himself. Even if he had to threaten Kodlak to find out where she was.
Farkas sat at his bar, looking at the jar of honey there. Sonin decided to keep it in his room to use on him and didn’t take it with her. He sighed, taking a deep swig of his mead. Everyone was worried about him as he had become more withdrawn and taking less jobs. He couldn’t lie to himself and say it wasn’t because Sonin was gone. For a time he thought maybe it was because of the lack of company in his bed. He tested it out by bringing a barmaid home and having a romp, but it just left him feeling empty. It was clear he needed her and her alone. Farkas decided when she did come back, he would be more assertive in his measures to make her want to claim him. Even if it meant Vilkas couldn’t have her. Sharing wasn’t going to be enough anymore.
…
Sonin was happy to be back home. Taking out the last three forsworn camps had proven to be more of a challenge than she had anticipated. She took off her ruined armor, frowning as she looked at it on her chest at the foot of the bed.
“We’ll need to get you some new armor, aye?” Agris was standing in her doorway.
“I’m afraid so,” she kept herself from looking at them. They hadn’t discussed what had happened between them and didn’t engage in any similar behaviors while on the road. “It’s a good thing the Jarl paid us well.”
“Aye,” he moved behind her, bringing his hand up to stroke a stray hair on her neck. She mewled, trying to stop herself but failing. Goosebumps formed across her body and everything felt so sensitive. “Want to talk about what happened in the tent?”
“Do you?” Sonin turned her head to the side.
“I want to do more than just talk about it,” he brushed his hand down her neck and across her shoulder. Sonin shuttered. “If you are okay with it, my thane.”
Something about hearing him whisper the last part made her legs weak, “I would be.”
“That’s good to hear,” he kicked the door closed.
Lydia had already gone to bed and Vigilance was resting near the fireplace in the main room. Agris brought his face down to the back of her neck, kissing it gently. Sonin let out a soft moan, putting her hands on the bed to brace herself. He slipped on hand to her stomach, spreading his fingers wide and he pulled her into him. His other hand was on top of hers on the bed, making him flush with her. It was a bit difficult given their size difference, but he managed.
Sonin curved her back and pressed her rear to his forming erection, no armor in the way. His lips were on the side of her neck now, sucking gently. He moved his hand up to her breasts, pressing against one before switching to the other.
“No one has treated me as kindly as you have these past several days,” he whispered to her, “I’d like to thank you for that.”
“There’s no need to-” her voice caught in her throat as he bucked once on her.
“I want to serve you, my thane,” he replied, his hand on her neck as her head was extended up.
His forearm rested between her breasts. Sonin felt like she was coming undone, it had been too long since a man touched her. She moved to face him, letting him see how flushed she was. Argis grinned, bringing his face to hers and capturing her lips in his. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him leaned down to her. Argis’ hands found her rear, lifting her up and onto the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he climbed on top of her. He lifted her tunic off of her, admiring her form.
Being a Breton made her short, but her Nord blood made her stocky. Her breasts were ample, her waist coming in but not too much, and her hips wide enough to birth many strong sons. Agris took off his own tunic before coming down and kissing at her top. Sonin put a hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I’m not fragile,” she told him.
“Is that a hint?” He raised his eyes up to meet hers.
“Maybe,” she teased, tightening her grip on his hair.
He grunted and bucked at that, his hands running down her sides and squeezing her hips. Her skin was so soft, not like a warrior’s at all. Argis planned to touch her as much as possible while he had her here, worried he may not get the chance again.
Agris made his way down her stomach, curious about the scar but not prodding her about it. He didn’t want to ruin the mood. Sliding her leggings off, he spread her legs. He could see from a distance that she had soaked through her small clothes. It made him harder.
Sonin gasped as he pressed two fingers inside of her. It had definitely been too long. Her hips rolled with his movements, Sonin unable to stop herself from riding his fingers. He let out a slight chuckle, picking up his pace in and out of her.
“Seems like you’re enjoying this,” he remarked, feeling her getting tighter around him.
She offered him no words, but the expression on her face as she reached orgasm was enough for him. He pulled his fingers out of her and took off his trousers. Agris couldn’t fight back his own needs anymore. He couldn’t remember how long it had been for himself. He rubbed his head along her folds to slick himself, then bottomed out easily. She fit him snuggly, making him almost spill then and there.
“You feel amazing,” he commented as he moved his hips back and forth.
Sonin began to moan, her hands clutching at the side of her bed. He was going painfully slow, just enjoying each second of warmth. Sonin ground her hips against him, needing more friction. He laughed at her impatience before leaning over her and pumping quicker. Each whimper and groan made him feel more masculine. She wrapped her legs around him tight, squeezing herself against him. He grunted as her walls clamped down on him.
“Keep doing that and I won’t last,” he told her.
“I’m okay with that,” she gave him a devilish grin.
Agris grunted and started pounding into her. She tossed her head back into her pillow and moved her hips to match his. They were both reaching climax. Sonin started to call out his name, making him twitch. He quickly pulled out as she came, finishing on her stomach. Sonin almost wished he stayed in, feeling very empty when he pulled out.
Agris grabbed a rag and handed it to Sonin, letting her wipe off before he crawled into the bed with her, “That was great.”
“Aye,” Sonin said while trying to catch her breath, “Definitely should do that more often.”
“It is my honor to serve you, my thane,” he grinned at her.